friendster...

friendster is a type of hamster. The size of your friendster is determined by the number of friends you have. The amount of fur on your friendster depends on how many testimonials you get.

I have a naked mole rat.

why...

... doesn't anything interesting ever happen to me?!?!?

Okay, truth be told, having an interesting life isn't exactly something you should wish upon yourself. An ancient Chinese curse goes: may you live in eventful times.

Events of the day runs up to about waking early, winding through the intro of Trinity Blood (there's good anime for you), going through some, err, manga, then there's off to Petaling Street, walking randomly, eating (and getting fatter in the process), meeting someone, then going off to eat some more, cousins came over, hiding in my room from durian smells while cousins are still here, watching up to episode 10 of Trinity Blood, doing more, erm, manga (hmm, lots of Japanese media going on), then dinner (and fatter again), then being deliriously bored, playing Brickman's Angel Eyes, then writing this, mostly because nobody could make it to Coffee Bean. Longest sentence I've ever written. Coolio.

I'm pretty annoyed at my current social standing. Basically, I've had very little contact with any hand-picked acquaintances a.k.a. friends. It's almost like they're purposefully evading me. To say that this borders on depressing would be extremely inaccurate. I'd say more like pissing. And at the risk of sounding like an incontinent pissant (which pissant isn't?), I'd say that it seems that EVERYONE'S own lives are just a mite too important to spend like maybe an evening or so sipping expensive coffee blends and chatting, especially at a point near which I will likely not have the liberty of choosing to comunicate in person with ever again. At the risk of sounding harsh (hell, it's not a risk, it's a given), I'd say that I'll probably, now given circumstances, be glad that I wasn't important enough because it's hardly likely that I'll want to talk to them anyway. Of course, I didn't say any of that. Rather, I was on the verge of forming those thoughts when I decided that it was better to be depressed, and revert to a year old style that seemed to work well with appearances and efficiency.

It was a good thing I wasn't born royalty. The decorum and white-assed nonsense you'd need to keep your head in court is hardly going to interest me long enough to keep from passing out in boredom. In a sense I'm already bored enough that I'm writing this, although I'm sure that I'd actually HAVE a readership if I was royalty. Accounting to that, I hear that the Pope has a blog. And does the President of the Undergroud Shithead Accomodation. Of course, I suppose anyone who runs the company running subterranean hotels for shittants (I suppose the solid version of pissants) would write a blog. Who could have a more interesting life?

Ah. Manical depressed. Why the hell can't I revert back to that mode? I kind of attribute it to the strangely long lasting afterglow of a certain setting that ended some time back. Apparently, it MAY have been impactful enough to produce so permanent an effect, which is extremely strange with me. Ah. I don't really know anymore. If anything, I still write in riddles that I usually don't understand about two weeks after writing. I confuse myself.

I feel like having a good cry. Why that is so is kind of a strange thing, considering the large volumes of occular saline I've been dripping, due mostly to a particularly fucked pair of contact lenses I had the privelege to wear. Good thing they're disposable. My eyes feel a bit itchy and dry, probably resultant of all that pseudo-crying, mostly in the first 4 days of the year. So, maybe I won't cry after all. I still feel really bad over certain things past, and they emerge at random, which is quite out of place because they cause me to pause, no matter where I am. I should get my head checked.

I got the biggest hong pao I ever received from my grandmother today. Notice, this should be read: the [biggest hong pao I ever received from my grandmother] today. Meaning the biggest red packet she ever gave me. I've gotten bigger ones, but this one is still quite a whopper. Woo hoo! Xie xie ah mah! All in good timing too. I guess I should have been more of a genius more often. Ah, thank God for the little gifts like intellectual superiority. No, really. Mwahahaha!

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Let them have the earth, I want fire! Pyromania!

Meh.

new toys...

Wahey! Laptop's been here for about 2 days now. Been spending the better half of yesterday and most of today fiddling with it. My only real issue is that Generals don't seem to run on it for some reason. Gonna try installing the normal version next. Technically there is no reason why it should not work, since the specifications on that mobile marvel is above the grounded one. Also, I need to find a 30 meter LAN cable if I'm gonna stay connected in this house. Or a WiFi router. Ah.

That said, I seriously need to go on a preperatory shopping spree. Suitcases, clothes, stuff. Wonderful. Nothing to get the blood pumping like a good money spending session. If this sounds obscenely feminine, it is. But hell if I let your questioning of my sexuality stop me. Let your pervy thoughts run through your cranium. Let that little pea that would rattle in a flea's skull which runs your futile imagination proceed. I'm the one getting all the new stuff.

My grandma thinks I'm too skinny. I think I'm obscenely overweight. My pants are loose, and people are telling me I lost weight. Yeap, that clinches it. I win. Now, if this is any indicator to how the world around me revolves, I will spell it out for you. No matter how wrong I appear to be, I'm not. Mwahahaha. For instance. I'm obscenely overweight. For a 2 footer, that is.

It's a sign of sorts when even my friends start telling me I'm arrogant. Now, if I had not beforehand known it, I'd likely be shocked. Like, terribly so. But then, since I make it a public statement of sorts, can it not be that I'm actually TRYING to make people think I'm arrogant? Maybe I'm actually not, but for some convenience the likes of which I'm not telling you, I'm just making it seem like I'm so? Ever thought about that? I guessed as much. People think very little these days. So unlike me. Mwaha!

Damn, I feel like a coffee. An expensive one.

incensed...

... is just another fancy word meaning angry. So is enraged. Another more commonplace way of saying it is pissed. And I duly am, for a couple of reasons.

The staff at Malaysian fast food outlets have brought incompetence to a particularly interesting peak. I was in a nearby 24 hour rootbeer bar where I ordered a waffle. It seems that the girl had gotten my order wrong, so I pointed it out. Since she had already punched it in, it seems that it was impossible for her to correct this. Fair enough. So I suggested a solution in which they simply add on to my order, and all would be well. Or another solution, being that they refund the bill, and open a new one, since the error could be easily fixed by a simple addition of a single scoop of ice cream. But apparently, they didn't think they could do that. And strangely, they didn't have a single scoop of ice cream on their menu. Knowing the level of intelligence, or rather the infinitely superior inferiority of their processing faculties, I decided to just let them be. And that is probably one of the most blatant displays of lack of common sense I've seen in a long time. In fact, this newest display of absolute ridiculousness should logically lead to a plateau of the stupidity graph, but then again, knowing them, nothing is too impossible where preposterousness is involved. No wonder they're still working there.

That said, I will now hereby state in print that I am no longer going to take a particular blood relative of mine anywhere anymore, nor waste a single cent on that person if I can possibly help it, at least till reason aboud enough that I should change my sentiment, and her being related is not possibly good enough to warrant my forgiveness. So pestilential is the semblance of that presence that I will utterly refuse to have more to do with that person if I can possibly help it. You may say it's the age, and that I was the same at that same period. So what? I am being how I am now. If you can offer such pardons for such behaviour on account of youth, the same logic applies here. Or is the elder suppose to display such perfection and the younger gets away with every God forsaken thing? If that is so, it's rather too bad for the system. I play by rules I like. If I do not enjoy a game, I do not take part. It's quite simple.

Of course, there usually are happier things to distract from such distracting countenances. The laptop's coming tomorrow. And that alone is reason enough to ignore the overly annoying annoyances that everyday irritants somehow manage to worm under my skin time and time again. To fuck with them I say. Enough with the preciseness of words and more with the precision of sentiment.

Who am I kidding? I'm no wizard with words. And if I'm not among the best, I'd rather be nearer the bottom. If you are not king, then do not be the jester. There is honor among thieves, if someone does not steal it first. If you have to be second best, make sure it is not as a servant of another. If you must serve, make sure it is in a way that your master cannot by himself achieve. To be priceless, you must be irreplacable. You need not be impeccable if no one knows what you do. The lack of knowledge is as powerful as knowledge in itself, granted that the right people know, and do not. Then again, the threat of power in itself is.

Of the few books I have, I presume that the ones I have left are difficult to move. Chemistry is strangely stagnant this year. Perhaps it is due to the low temperatures that reaction rates are so slow. Or perhaps our test subjects are themselves lacking of wit. Pray tell, do I make myself too random?

The final day of Christmas this was, and it went out spectacularly indeed. Have a great year.

Meh.

anticipation...

A few hours away from finding out if I do land in a university at all or not. The tingling sensation of waiting to find out is extremely alien to me, in the sense that I do not normally give a rat's ass about these things, not that I'd know where to find a rat's ass, or would I touch it in the first place.

Gah. I forgot what I was going to say. That happens a lot.

Anyhoo, I should likely wake up early tomorrow, go for a long walk, get back, change, take a morning nap, then get to college for a booksale. Finally getting rid of the stuff unnecessary to me. Think I should sell my calculator too.

Laptop's coming. Finally, a computer of my own.

I must admit, these three days of being below the meteorological map has had me worried. It's not unlike that feeling I had back in the final days of being 13, what with the flickering fevers and whatnot. I was almost on the verge of taking for a fact that I was dying. Again. And the bitter irony was that I'd never see my very own, very first, computer. It's not so much the worry of anything else. So infuriating. The extremely mild fever-flu-headache-whatever still lingers somewhere, and if it flares up again, I'll seriously give myself up for loss.

I suppose the anticipation of an acceptance letter is kind of like getting ready to die. In both cases, you don't really know when it's coming, IF it's coming. And then, you can NEVER be too sure where you're going. There is no absolution. And in addition, it would be rather ironic and expensive, with no talk of return on investment at that, for my parents if I DID die now. Like, what the fuck?

Hell, it does feel like my body is shutting down. My eyes are very blurry, my throat is parched, muscle aches all over, my innards are overheating, and my thoughts are jumbled. It could just be the fever, or I could be dismatling myself. Either way, it's cool, although not so figuratively. Who ever heard of a cold fever?

I kinda miss the depressed lunacy-driven writings of the earlier days of this blog. In a way, it was fresh, and although it had less of an audience back then, I suppose it was when I was truer to my feelings, rather than the popularity hunt of most of the newer posts. Of course, fuck popularity. I have never been popular exactly, so it's strange that I should be seeking it of all times now. Mwahaha. Revelations in a fever. They always come when you least are able to take advantage of them.

Delusions, delusions. Tomorrow should prove interesting. I'll probably meet a few people I don't want to. And I might not. Or I may just hallucinate over the whole thing.

Meh.

heating up...

What a way to spend the first few days of the new year.

I think I'm running up a temperature. The sort of crusty baked feeling being a fress loaf of bread must entail has been visiting ever since this morning. Top it off with a dull headache and muscle aches all over, and you have a perfect start to a new year.

Wonderful omens, for two days in a row. Yesterday, I was running a flu. Anyone who has seen me with an upset nose knows that it's no small matter. Despite that, won a few dollars in an ancient tile chucking game. Mwahaha.

Some poor saps started 'school' today. Whatever THAT is.

Ah. Really no mood to blog. No sex drive either. How terrible.

Meh.

and so it begins...

Three hours and fourteen minutes into the new year and already I plan to make it the most fascinating I have seen thus far. Of course, new things generally are fascinating, up to a point. The year 2006 and has a few interesting things held in store for it, if planning, or prophecy, or random chance, are to be believed in. Take for example:

~Some people will actually use Latin in less literal translation. Carpe anno.

~Jin is going to Uni. Which one remains to be seen, but the all indicators are, well, indicating the University of Melbourne. Jin is secretly annoyed at a particular Piggy at not having already made a firm decision but merely hinting at his likelihood of going to a middle-of-nowhere-dead-town rather than the hip-and-happening-urban-metropolis-of-a-southerly-nature, thereby enabling Jin to save a ton on rental, and have a roomie he THINKS he'd be comfortable with. Meh.

~Jin is going to avoid engaging in any relationships of the romantic and/or sexual kinds, male and/or female. He feels that he's probably caused enough harm in this field for the time being.

~A few people are getting their driver's licenses. Finally. Now we can have those initiation rites a.k.a. chaueffeuring.

~Angpow collections will increase in this annum.

~A Third World War is predicted to begin in 2006. It is said it will be of a nuclear nature, and be over in a matter of months. Of course, the chances are that a major chunk of the planet's populace will be wiped out. As with all suggestions of a prophetic and apocalyptic scale, we take all this with a trailer full of NaCl, but keep our particle cannons charged and ready just in case.

~Adam will finally plant a garden that actually produces fruits. And one of them will be lemons.

~The stock market is going to rise in the early part of the year, with businesses confident of a year of growth, then will see a sharp downturn sometime just before August, as people realise that it probably makes sense to save up in the face of impending destruction. Stock analysts blame the weather, politicians, unverified prophecies, and cows. Somehow, the cow theory makes the most sense so far.

~Xiaxue will buy up the land titles of all Singaporean disabled people's toilets, and charge a vanity fee to use them.

~This will be a year of discovery, where scientists will finally cure AIDS and the common cold. They will find that the cause of these diseases are humans, and will obliterate the planet, and AIDS, the common cold, and practically every ailment, will be cured.

~Jin will finally have his own computer. Yay!

~There will be rain in every part of the world in which rain is currently falling.

~Jin will finally build the nerve to say something he never knew he always wanted to say to someone he never knew he always wanted to say it to. And it will likely result anticlimatically.

~Asy might finally get that mysterious [her].

~Victor will turn gay, and try to seduce Jin, who will actively, but rather unconvincingly, thwart his advances. Then again, purple pigs with gills that fly underground is also most probable in comparison.

~April will decide that lemon is best left as a bright yellow citrus fruit, rather than homoerotic fiction.

~Ksuan will finally realise that she might as well do something about that insanely ticklish fantasy of hers.

~Wingz will turn pro, then finally find another stock of Ferari laptops to sell, and Jin will this time be ready with enough dough to make that purchase.

~Evon will decide that bugs are cute, just as cute as it was fascinating hearing some stranger breath heavily during a show.

~Richard Clayderman will shave his head, and crotch, and become a gay pornstar. And his records will sell better. And he will start dressing like Elton John.

~A cousin will start college, another will learn to walk.

~Jin MIGHT get a nipple pierced.

~A pair will finally get laid and stop talking about saving it for later (but ironically not for marriage). That way, there will be more kinky stories to hear, and less maybe later talk to bear.

~Potatoes will probably be made a staple internationally. The Irish will impose a silly green hat onto everyone who does not eat potatoes. Stupid Atkins geeks.

The probability of none, some, or all, of these happening is about as known as a woman's mind is. So we should not speculate but all just assume that I'm right. That will save us a lot of time, and give me lots of credibility, thus allowing me to get a credit card.

Then, I will go out and buy a horrendously expensive and horrendously ugly pink suit, burn it in front of starving peasants, then make them eat radishes. Mwahahaha.

Happy New Year.